Quote from: vegie271 on May 27, 2013, 07:29:49 PM
and they never talk! no couch or do makeup, oh yeah no makeup! I like being a girl oops wrong thread
I can understand why you might feel that way. Coming from the other side of the fence, that's one of the reasons why I far prefer using the men's: people tend to leave you alone!

I always hated the social aspects of women's toilets. It's so nice to be using the right toilets now, where I can just do my business, have plenty of sinks available so I can wash my hands, and then get the heck out of there.

Oh, and since Stella mentioned Izal (which is exactly as bad as she describes), I've had the (dis)pleasure of using some public toilets in various parts of the UK where not only do they give you that grease-proof paper to wipe with, but the toilets are made of stainless steel and they have no seats on them. So if you need to sit down, you have to sit on a freezing cold, wet piece of metal that you can't wipe down because of the aforementioned Izal.

Another thing you see in some public toilets in the UK is blue lighting. I don't know whether you've seen this in other countries, but some of the sleazier public toilets have replaced all their light bulbs with blue bulbs because you can't see the veins in your arms under blue light. Classy.
But would you like the ultimate in toilet grossness?
Try going to Africa (and other parts of the Third World), where in some very rural locations they have drop-pit toilets. These are basically just a big hole in the ground, with a wooden shack constructed over them. The shack has a bench in it with a hole cut in the middle: you do your business on that seat and it just drops into the pit below. No water. No flushing. Just metres and metres of other people's previous business from the past month or two, festering together in a great big hole under the hot African sun. The smell (and the flies!) will shock anyone who's never left the First World. And because there's no running water, you can't wash your hands afterwards either.
Trust me. Gender is the
last thing that comes to mind when you're sitting in a drop-pit toilet.